Date: Fri, 9 Dec 2016 04:38:15 -0800
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Church Camp Buddies Ch. 2

Chapter 2
Blah, blah, blah


The cool of the late afternoon woke the boys. They wandered back to camp
together and got there just in time for Dinner. The food was being put away
so they got to go into the kitchen area where they loaded up two trays with
everything they could balance on the tray. Albert led the way out back and
they ate on one of the trestle picnic tables. Joking and laughing and
actually enjoying a meal for the first time since they'd been at the
camp. While they were laughing and carrying on they managed to put away a
huge amount of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, peas,
corn-on-the-cob, and Peach cobbler. They both went back to their groups
cabins only to get blankets. Amos led the way into the forest, and the boys
bedded down on the bed Amos had made himself out of springy pine branches
covered with soft, smooth reeds. They stripped down naked and slept
together under both blankets. It wasn't long before the acrid sweat smell
of overheated boys was released into the night air when their blankets went
flying.

Amos finished fixing up the bed he stood and, being the shy, refined boy
that he was (can I lie smoothly, or what!), turned away from the bed (and
Albert) and slowly stripped naked.

Albert couldn't take his eyes off of his new friend. A tough inner-city kid
from a rough neighborhood, he was having trouble admitting to himself how
hard he was falling for a suburban, yuppie, BOY!!! And then he bent
over. The full smoothness of both semiglobes was apparent in the clear
moonlight. The moonlight illuminating, not just one, but two of the most
erotic pair of moons Albert had ever seen. Moonlight on the moons! When
Albert actually focused his attention, the tight wrinkles guarding the most
erotic sight Albert had ever seen. The portal to unimaginable delights. The
little pink rosebud shyly hiding, blushing, knowing it laid exposed to the
overwrought male who had totally dominated the portal to Amos' oral
delights. The vision in shades of pure milky white had Albert panting he
was so overheated. Not aware of what he was doing Albert was shedding
clothing as fast as he could, releasing the great clouds of pheromones and
the scent of a teenaged stallion wound up to the breaking point with lust.

Amos was aware of putting on a bit of a strip show for his new friend,
hoping he could entice the amazing teenager to share sex with him
again. Just thinking about the velvet smoothness of the deep chocolate and
rich coffee skin of the... waves of overheated randy male swept over Amos
like a fusillade of erotic arrows. He straightened up and...

"O Shit." Was the only thing I could say. "My vision narrowed until he was
all I could see. Rampant, twitching, proud. I automatically knew that he
was ready, willing and very, very able. I also knew that it was up to me to
arouse him to the point that whatever bullshit had been fed to his growing,
eager mind, his true urges were about to be released, one way or
another..."

"Damn! This white boy was turning me on . Turning me on? I was so fucking
hot my dick hurt. So rigid it hurt, it's nose weeping long strands of
sticky goo that I'd never seen before. I'd never felt like this
before. Kinda like being dizzy and stoned at the same time. Pretty sure my
willy was harder and swollen bigger than it had ever been. Stag, Stallion,
or Boar. I'd seen them on the nature channel. Proud, Impressive, Dominant,
Rampant. Males in a breeding flush. On fire and ready to mate with their
mate(s). And now, I was one of them. Amos had told me about being on the
swim team and how he and his buddies shaved all the hair off of each
other. Standing there in the sweet smelling grass, all I could smell was
the sex heat of another randy male.

"Damn! Damn ! Damn! I'd fucked half the girls in da hood. None of them
would actually let me get inside them. At least with my dick. Fingers and
tongue and maybe one of their dildos, but No Dick, Dyke, Dork! A few of
them would let me get the bottom of my throb throbbing throbber sliding
back and forth in the groove of their cunny, and as much as I cum I might
have gotten a small number of them preggers just shooting at the mouth of
their pussys. Prick teasing bitches! But - - - was it so bad that I was
horney enough to fall for another guy?"

Albert looked at Amos as the sweet boy turned and bent over to pick
something up. Not even knowing it, Albert took a step foreward, putting
himself right behind THE behind. Lust driven, social skills forgotten,
Albert reached forward. His hands filled with hot, smooth flesh. Softer
than any girl he'd ever felt, yet, somehow harder. Stronger. Tougher! It
felt like every gland in his body was pumping out hormones. Lust swept over
him and took control. His lizard brain in almost total control. His
conscious mind barely aware, yet his chemically driven senses were sharper,
more clear and focused then he believe. But that belief was simple
background chatter. His awareness (his sensorium) was focused on seducing
his new buddy. Nothing else mattered. Nothing!

Amos, smiling, feeling the power radiating from behind him. Being aware of
little else than the strong hands making love to the butt he was so proud
of. Knowing that his new buddy was going to enlighten every pleasurable
part of his body. Wake up his body and senses far beyond anything he could
imagine.

Amos, shivering with lust... and no small amount of fear; stood and turned
to face the male animal that held him so strongly. Turned within the
powerful arms, his arms folded between their broad, powerful chests,
Albert's hands switching, but never loosing contact with Amos' tight ass.

Amos looked up into the deep, dark pools of his lovers eyes. Yes, he
realized, his LOVER! A lover who was so charged up that Amos felt totally
dominated. As Alberts head lowered, Amos automatically opened his lips and
mouth to the descending soft lip cushions and Albert's agile
tongue. Albert's lips brushed the sensitive lips of the boy who, obviously,
was submitting to him. One hand slid up, cupping the back of his head as he
took charge of the eager lover who was about to become the willingly
perfect lover that would take both of them way past unknown.

Alberts other hand moved comfortably into the crack of Amos' Ass as if he
owned it. The probing, searching fingers sent chills up Amos' spine. As
soon as Albert touched the target Amos' skin flushed heatedly, he tried to
suck the tongue visiting his mouth hard enough to rip it out of its owners
mouth. His tall lover turned and pushed the smaller white boy up against
the huge old smooth barked eucalyptus tree. Amos, swept away by passion,
arched his back and pushed his fanny back, offering easy access to his
overheated, fervid lover.

Albert licked ears, neck, shoulders, sucking hickies randomly, as his mood
urged him, to prove his ownership. When he went from one finger to two,
Amos moaned, arched his backdown further and pushed his ass back. Accepting
the wonderful fingerfucking his lover was gently giving him. This was the
first time anyone had seriously worked on his butthole, and he was loving
it!

Three fingers was a major trial, but Amos was willing to try and Albert was
patient. Patient, careful, gentle. Amos was willing, learning how to relax
and let go, and very much in thrall with his powerful lover.

Four fingers proved to be more than poor Amos could accommodate. Hard as he
tried he just couldn't oblige his dark skinned Adonis. The boys took a
break, holding each others tubes as they peed into a bush. When Amos had
sucked his cock enough to make sure the was no "last drop" left, Albert
said he needed to take a walk and took off, promising to not be gone very
long. Amos walked over and laid down on the bed he'd made. When albert
returned from he walk, he had managed to calm down by dumping a load out on
the meadow. When he got near their campsite he just stood there in the
dark. Naturally camouflaged, He stood there admiring the moonshine making
his intended glow in the smooth, soft light. Amos was laying there, hands
behind his head, a stalk of the sweet emerald colored grass sticking out of
his smiling face. Eyes closed, basking in the summers slowly cooling, warm
evening air. The guy who'd sucked his balls dry was... well... beautiful!
Hairless below his ears, Smooth sleek muscled body. His largish hooded
tubesteak (tubestake?) Was jutting forward in anticipation of his lover's
return.

Amos heard a noise, turned his head, and smiled at his tall, dark
lover. Liquid passion, brimming with lust, holding deep promises of untold
pleasures, deeply enticing odors of rutty male permeating the feted air.

Very nearly floating on air the dark lover came unto his alabaster intended
and lay beside his heated body. Lips met, arms and legs entwined, pulling
their bodies as close as possible. Ebony rolled Ivory to his chest, lifting
hips and spreading kneeling legs until deeply padded lips were rewarded
with free access to what had been hidden delight. Licking, bussing,
stroking, feeling, lubricating, opening. Gentle touches spreading tight
lips, enticing willful compliance from his eager bottom, making love as he
had never mannaged before. Gentle no matter his lust induced urge to
conquer, to own, posses and dominate. Slowly exploring his virgin lovers
limits and abilities. Guided by odors and moans, shivers of passion,
delight, and reciprocal lust. Enticed by those same sights and odors,
moans, shivers--but mostly by total submission to his lovers need.

The Dark Knight besought his pale lover with his all. With his patience,
concern, caution and caring as any true knight's, must prevail over simple
animal lust. A finger touching the sweet rosebud, avid tongue lubricating
and guiding questing digit until entrance was not only permitted, but
desired, as was the pads following length and breadth as a digit entire
visited hitherto unexplored domains. Curling around the exposed side of the
enthralled boy the taller boy snuggled, and kissed, as his finger began
training Amos in his new duties.

Amos soon became lost in the arms and love holding him. Making him more
than he had ever been. Able to love another person while giving himself to
that person. Finally, after a young life of resisting. Of struggling and
refusal to knuckle under. He had, at last found someone he could trust
enough to release his own control and give it over to another. ?

Had he given what was happening rational, logical thought nothing beyond,
perhaps, a casual acquaintance would have ever come into being. The reality
of what had happened was that he had no idea how or why he came to trust,
or care about, or, most certainly, love another man. He had certainly known
that the world was populated by both men and women. By Black and White and
Brown and Yellow men and women. He knew that kids grew up and got married
and had kids of their own. What he had grown up with was a sort of enforced
respect. He knew that his mother had cared about him, and that his father
had taken care of him--sorta. He knew how to spell love. He knew the
definition of love--sorta. What he had never known was love itself.

And now, out of the vague mist that he'd been floating through life in, had
coalesced someone beyond anything he'd known. Someone, a person, a
stranger. A person he had no experience to understand or have sympathy for,
a person from the inner city. A person who didn't talk, walk or act like
anything or anyone he'd ever had experience of in his life. Albert even
smelled different than anyone he had ever known. A smell that swelled the
tissues in his nose and inflamed his senses and, for the first time in his
life, created a desire for something beyond masturbation. Something beyond
himself

Albert wasn't sure just how he could feel so strongly about another
guy. Gay people were targets of derision. Less than Men. Perverted, Odd,
Strange, and, worse than anything else to a teenager--Different! To say
nothing about him being ofay. White! Jeeze, he had major wood, for a light
in the ass white GUY. What the fuck was happening to him? What hold did
this pussy have on him? For gods sake, he'd sucked on his big, black crank,
let him shoot off in his mouth, something no girl had ever done, and then
SWALLOWED IT! He'd swallowed every bit of spooge his nuts could
deliver. More than he'd ever shot before. And he'd liked it! Hell, he'd
loved it. He wanted his Amos to suck him. Again and again...

Amos wasn't freaked out by Albert. Not by the deep black, tough,bad-ass
inner city survivor. Not by the oversized dick. He liked Alberts dick. What
Albert really had trouble with though, was that Amos liked Albert! A
lot. No one had ever liked Albert, just for himself. Everyone wanted
something in return. Everyone had an agenda for using him to their own
ends. Everyone, everyone, everyone. Everyone except this light-in-the-ass
white boy. The boy that it was fun to be around. To tease and be pleased to
be teased right back! Albert hadn't had anyone to... to... HELL. Amos was
the only person he could remember ever having played with. The only person
he knew he could trust. All those thoughts confused Albert no
end. Confused... and scared him.

And then Amos was in his arms and they were holding onto each other as if
their lives depended on it. Albert didn't care! A warm, caring, trusting
person was in his arms, was holding/held, was available/needed, was
wanted/wanting, was loving.... LOVING? ERK!!!

They held each other and their lips met as they clenched ever more tightly,
one to another. Tongues invaded and both boys pushed unwanted thoughts way
into the background. Albert held the narrow white lips to his, his big hand
holding the basketball that was somehow lip-locking him. His other hand
rolled smoothly over the narrow hips to the smooth-skined, rock-hard butt
he'd fantasized about all through the day. His fingertips barely touched
the crack and Amos slid his leg up and over Alberts hip, his leg locking
into the hard-sprung crack up Alberts ass, totally exposing his ass to
whatever Albert might to. No reservations. No withholding or teasing (OK, a
little bit of teasing, but a "come -and-get-me" teasing, not a
"don't-you-wish" teasing. Not holding back! Enticing!).

Some girls had let Albert use his fingers, a few went so far as to allow
him to use his lips. He had become good enough that he could have a girl in
almost continuous orgasms, popping off one after another until they were
totally exhausted. If he tried to get off himself the girls would recover
quickly enough. All of them refusing to help him in any way. `Who the fuck
did he think he was? `Nobody was going to allow "that thing", that
`perversion of nature'. Some of them went so far as to laugh at him for
being a `circus freak!'. That is until one particularly vicious bitch had
her girl friends hidden and watching when he was doing his best to please
her and then popping out to help her ridicule the "abnormal pervert". He
lost his temper and fucked the bitch up. The judge didn't want to hear it
and put him in juvie for two years. She had been 19. He was two months shy
of being 14. When the bus took them off to the reformatory the girl and her
friends where there--laughing. One of the girls was the judges sweet
darling daughter. Surprise, surprize, surprys!

The boy's hard-ons were trapped between them. Amos was able to fuck his
dick through Alberts tightly curled pubes and up onto the smoothly rippled
abs. Alberts dick was different. Balls firmly pressed into Amos' belly,
it's thick heat reached up across the rest of the curved belly and the
hairless chest muscles until the swollen mushroom cap at it's free end was
comfortably ensconced under Amos' chin. Oozing slick dick slime into the
hollow at the base of the thickly muscled neck. Thrusting slowly,
thoughtfully against his passionate lover... {gasp}{revelation
strikes}... HIS LOVER. Alberts innate honesty forced him to put the pieces
in their proper places and orientation. He was male and so was Amos. Male!
There was nothing sissy or lightweight about either of them. Yet there they
lied. Naked. Embracing each other as if afraid of loosing each other. Lips
locked in the most passionate coupling either of them had ever experienced.

Amos had known he was gay since before he had known what gay was. Albert
had never even thought about being gay. Yet, there he was, trying to suck
the tonsils our of another guy. Fingerfucking him the best way he knew
how. Amos was willing to testify, in church, from the pulpit, that Albert
was the best fingerfucker... ever! Albert was willing to testify that Amos
had the most awesome fine ass that had ever seen the insides of a pair of
trousers! Amos knew where this litte tĂȘte-Ă -tĂȘte was
headed, and was fearful of what might happen. At the same time, within the
same thought, was te certain knowledge that he was totally willing to go
wherever Albert led, and leading he was. More and more Albert took over
their interaction. He had NEVER felt this powerful, this certain and
in-charge with a woman. Girl, whatever. Cunts were a major disappointment
in his life. And here was another boy; Masculine, powerful, strong and self
assured. A boy who was trusting, willing, no, eager to submit to him
totally. To follow instructions, to allow Albert his masculine right to
dominance. All that while remaining powerful, masculine in himself,
unthreatened by his sexual submission to another male. Rather, he was
intensified, strengthened, completed, but joining wholeheartedly with
another.

Amos reached into a hollow at the base of the tree and handed Albert a
large container of Aboline. "We're going to have to get everything really
slick!"

Albert looked at the bottle and then smiled. "Yeah! REAL slick!

Both boys held onto each other as they laughed. Good friends ready to take
their relationship to the next step up.



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